Little Girl Poem by Cindy Cueva

Where did the happy little girl go?
She was here yesterday
and now she's gone.
In her place stands another girl.
One who knows the truth.
This girl can see what the world truly is,
a beautiful tragedy.

The happy little girl is dead.
now the only thing left of her is her body.
Day after day she crys to sleep.
Her sleep is full of nightmares,
Her mind full of anger,
Her eyes full of pain,
And her wrists full of blood.